Ethan lay flat on his bed, eyes locked on the ceiling above. The plain white surface didn't have any cracks or stains, but somehow, it felt heavy, like it was pressing down on him. Maybe it was just his mind.
His chest rose and fell slowly, like every breath had to fight its way out.
There were too many thoughts racing through his head. Too many questions without answers. Too many changes happening too fast.
The past week didn't even feel real. It was like watching a movie, only he was in it, and there was no pause button.
He had received a mysterious system.
A screen that responded to him. Missions. Rewards.
Then money. Then more money.
However, what came after that was terrible. It was chaotic.
Everything snowballed from there.
He started a company without planning to. Got caught in a gunfight. Threw punches at thugs. Faced down a man like Donald, who probably wouldn't think twice about putting a bullet in someone's head.
